Name: William "Dave" Cameron II Age: 39. Gender: Male Occupation: British Military Officer stationed in Singapore Appearance: Balding, belly beginning to protrude out a little bit, tall, lots of muscle under layers of building fat. Location: Singapore, Singapore. Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Generally acts like the stereotypical hard headed military officer. Smart, brave, cool in the face of danger, yet stubborn even at the possibility of death. He was brought up with pure British education. Quite well educated, contrary to some of his peers, however, his opinions remain tainted by bias and propaganda provided by the society he grew up in. Family: His entire family lives back in the British Isles. No wife, no children. Education: British Education Languages you speak: South Londener English. Your main concerns at this time and in life: The Japanese took all of Malaysia and started attacking Singapore. Japanese people massacring the civilians on Singapore.
Diary #1: Nancy Kim
Diary #2: Brian Lee
Diary #3: James Huh
Diary #4: Emily Anne Park
Diary Entry #1:
May 1st, 1937
My relocation to Singapore is looking grim so far. I've spent bloody days on ships and planes and cars and boats, and I grow more and more weary of it as time passes. I long for the good shores of England, where people have peepers bigger than the peas they call eyes here. I'm hoping the Singaporeans are better than the Chinamen I've met so far on this blasted hellhole of a boat. I expected better treatment for someone of my status, but all they could manage was a boat loaded with smelly Chinamen and a lumpy cabin bed. My back isn't what it used to be, and I had to spend an hour arguing with the quartermaster of the ship so I could get another pillow for a decent level of comfort.
Not that the noise level on the boat helped, either. I'd choose the gunshots and tattering of the battlefield over the babblings of Chinamen any day. I'm not particularly fond of these folk, they really put me off.
Regardless, our ship landed at Shanghai to refuel, but it turns out the starboard engine of the ship seemed to have some issues, so I and several other British empire personnel were transferred to another ship. A local merchant had sent us a small, elderly Chinaman by the name of Li Feng (Nancy Kim) to carry my bags. I'll never forget how I felt when I first saw this man. There was several things I noticed about him straight off the cuff. His clothes were tattered and worn by weather and wind, his beard was untamed and unruly, his skin was sunbeaten and worn, and his eyes spoke of nothing but hard work and under-appreciation.
Now, this was the first time in a long time I felt pity for such a man. I am not usually a man for pity, and I don't know what pushed me over the emotional line, but hell, I felt it. But as an officer, I could not let it show. I was brisk and business-like, but my weak sentimental side seems to regret treating him with such little patience now that I think back on it. Regardless, the man moved my luggage with some effort onto another nearby liner and we are now set to go to Singapore. I expect to be there soon.
After finally getting myself to Singapore and settling into a... less than luxurious office, I received an urgent notice. China's Nanjing had been totally desecrated by the Japanese. Reports of rampant chaos and widespread violence flooded into my office. Some attacks on American and British civilians and people had been done as well.
This reminds one of the idea of uniting against a common enemy. I never felt so much sympathy for the Chinese. And now, my blood boils in my veins and I want justice to be delivered onto those dogs for what they've done. What they've done defies all honour, it defies all reason, and it is a disgrace to the entire world. It is a disgrace that they are still allowed to exist.
As part of a program Her Majesty's office has started, I have come into contact with a Canadian lad in Winnipeg, Canada by the name of Tom (Brian Lee) He's a soldier. It's my job to keep him motivated to fight and keep him going. And it looks like the news of what happened over in Nanjing has reinvigorated his will to keep fighting. He tells me that he knows the importance of honor and family, and that the Japanese violated those key qualities. God bless soldiers like these lads, God knows that I could do with a few more like these over here in the East.
War has arrived, and stronger than we ever dreamed of here in Singapore. Sadly, I've been too busy to give any attention to this journal. It's been years and years since I've written in it. Seeing the naivety I wrote with only 8 years ago makes me sick.
Since my last journal, Singapore has been overrun. Curse our planning, we only had defenses pointed towards the south instead of the north, and that had to be the direction where those blasted Japanese dogs poured in from. Our forces might have been enough to hold them back, but we were only prepared for organized attacks from roads and clearer areas. They came from the bloody swamps and marshes. We were overrun in a matter of hours.
We've ended up under total control of Japan. Thankfully, I and a few dozen colleagues managed to escape into a more obscure region of Singapore (for my and my peers safety, I will not disclose where) so that we may resist the Japanese oppressors from the dark. For Queen and country, I will happily risk my life.
All I can say is that there is a nearby village that is happy to support our cause. They have heard of the massacres that the Chinese commit against ethnic Chinese people (who they have grown to be familiar with) and wish to resist the Japanese in any way they can. They have offered us medical supplies, which have been critical in keeping our force going.
One more noteworthy thing has happened. An American plane was shot down near the village. Of course, since my team and I were the best equipped for examining the wreckage, we did just that. The pilot inside the plane had survived the crash, so we did our best to help him recover. After he had regained some form of consciousness in the local hospital, he told us what little of what was going on in the outside world, and fell into unconsciousness again.
Oh the times, they are a'changing.
Diary Entry #4:
January 10th, 1946.
When they announced that the war was finally over, a wave of tears hit me. I was finally able to return home. Of course, I had some issues to fix in Singapore before I left for British shores, but the prospect of being able to go home without much hindrance felt like a blessing from God.
As I sit in my now emptying office, I cannot help but think back to the events of the war. As the plot thickened, I grew more and more sleepless, and oddly, more humanitarian. One would expect just the opposite effect on a man!
I ended up not only helping to organize small resistances against the Japanese in Singapore, but in other countries as well, thanks to the incredible coordination of the Singaporeans and the rebels of Hong Kong. We managed to spare hundreds of women and girls the cruel fate of being sent off to slave work in Japan. As great as that number sounds, it is still meager when compared to the staggering numbers that did make it to Japanese shores. However, thanks to the end of the war, I can now rest easier knowing that justice is being delivered.
What will I do now? Perhaps I will remain in Singapore for a few years. I have grown accustomed to their life styles here, and the locals have developed a sense of respect towards me. I appreciate their efforts in turn. Perhaps this is a good location for retirement, who knows? Better men and women than I have ever known live in this country. For the time being, I remain humble and awaiting orders from her Majesty, the Queen.
Signed,
William Cameron II
MLA Citations!
Archives. John Pershing. 1921. American National Archive, American National Archive. Marefa. Web. 9 Dec. 2011.
"The Second Sino-Japanese War | The World War II Multimedia Database." The World War II Multimedia Database | For The 72 Million. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Dec. 2011. <http://worldwar2database.com/html/sinojapan.htm>.
Name: William "Dave" Cameron II
Age: 39.
Gender: Male
Occupation: British Military Officer stationed in Singapore
Appearance: Balding, belly beginning to protrude out a little bit, tall, lots of muscle under layers of building fat.
Location: Singapore, Singapore.
Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Generally acts like the stereotypical hard headed military officer. Smart, brave, cool in the face of danger, yet stubborn even at the possibility of death. He was brought up with pure British education. Quite well educated, contrary to some of his peers, however, his opinions remain tainted by bias and propaganda provided by the society he grew up in.
Family: His entire family lives back in the British Isles. No wife, no children.
Education: British Education
Languages you speak: South Londener English.
Your main concerns at this time and in life: The Japanese took all of Malaysia and started attacking Singapore. Japanese people massacring the civilians on Singapore.
Diary #1: Nancy Kim
Diary #2: Brian Lee
Diary #3: James Huh
Diary #4: Emily Anne Park
Diary Entry #1:
May 1st, 1937
My relocation to Singapore is looking grim so far. I've spent bloody days on ships and planes and cars and boats, and I grow more and more weary of it as time passes. I long for the good shores of England, where people have peepers bigger than the peas they call eyes here. I'm hoping the Singaporeans are better than the Chinamen I've met so far on this blasted hellhole of a boat. I expected better treatment for someone of my status, but all they could manage was a boat loaded with smelly Chinamen and a lumpy cabin bed. My back isn't what it used to be, and I had to spend an hour arguing with the quartermaster of the ship so I could get another pillow for a decent level of comfort.
Not that the noise level on the boat helped, either. I'd choose the gunshots and tattering of the battlefield over the babblings of Chinamen any day. I'm not particularly fond of these folk, they really put me off.
Regardless, our ship landed at Shanghai to refuel, but it turns out the starboard engine of the ship seemed to have some issues, so I and several other British empire personnel were transferred to another ship. A local merchant had sent us a small, elderly Chinaman by the name of Li Feng (Nancy Kim) to carry my bags. I'll never forget how I felt when I first saw this man. There was several things I noticed about him straight off the cuff. His clothes were tattered and worn by weather and wind, his beard was untamed and unruly, his skin was sunbeaten and worn, and his eyes spoke of nothing but hard work and under-appreciation.
Now, this was the first time in a long time I felt pity for such a man. I am not usually a man for pity, and I don't know what pushed me over the emotional line, but hell, I felt it. But as an officer, I could not let it show. I was brisk and business-like, but my weak sentimental side seems to regret treating him with such little patience now that I think back on it. Regardless, the man moved my luggage with some effort onto another nearby liner and we are now set to go to Singapore. I expect to be there soon.
http://worldwar2database.com/html/sinojapan.htm
Diary Entry #2:
July 30th, 1937
After finally getting myself to Singapore and settling into a... less than luxurious office, I received an urgent notice. China's Nanjing had been totally desecrated by the Japanese. Reports of rampant chaos and widespread violence flooded into my office. Some attacks on American and British civilians and people had been done as well.
This reminds one of the idea of uniting against a common enemy. I never felt so much sympathy for the Chinese. And now, my blood boils in my veins and I want justice to be delivered onto those dogs for what they've done. What they've done defies all honour, it defies all reason, and it is a disgrace to the entire world. It is a disgrace that they are still allowed to exist.
As part of a program Her Majesty's office has started, I have come into contact with a Canadian lad in Winnipeg, Canada by the name of Tom (Brian Lee) He's a soldier. It's my job to keep him motivated to fight and keep him going. And it looks like the news of what happened over in Nanjing has reinvigorated his will to keep fighting. He tells me that he knows the importance of honor and family, and that the Japanese violated those key qualities. God bless soldiers like these lads, God knows that I could do with a few more like these over here in the East.
http://worldwar2database.com/html/sinojapan.htm
Diary Entry #3:
June 19th, 1945.
War has arrived, and stronger than we ever dreamed of here in Singapore. Sadly, I've been too busy to give any attention to this journal. It's been years and years since I've written in it. Seeing the naivety I wrote with only 8 years ago makes me sick.
Since my last journal, Singapore has been overrun. Curse our planning, we only had defenses pointed towards the south instead of the north, and that had to be the direction where those blasted Japanese dogs poured in from. Our forces might have been enough to hold them back, but we were only prepared for organized attacks from roads and clearer areas. They came from the bloody swamps and marshes. We were overrun in a matter of hours.
We've ended up under total control of Japan. Thankfully, I and a few dozen colleagues managed to escape into a more obscure region of Singapore (for my and my peers safety, I will not disclose where) so that we may resist the Japanese oppressors from the dark. For Queen and country, I will happily risk my life.
All I can say is that there is a nearby village that is happy to support our cause. They have heard of the massacres that the Chinese commit against ethnic Chinese people (who they have grown to be familiar with) and wish to resist the Japanese in any way they can. They have offered us medical supplies, which have been critical in keeping our force going.
One more noteworthy thing has happened. An American plane was shot down near the village. Of course, since my team and I were the best equipped for examining the wreckage, we did just that. The pilot inside the plane had survived the crash, so we did our best to help him recover. After he had regained some form of consciousness in the local hospital, he told us what little of what was going on in the outside world, and fell into unconsciousness again.
Oh the times, they are a'changing.
Diary Entry #4:
January 10th, 1946.
When they announced that the war was finally over, a wave of tears hit me. I was finally able to return home. Of course, I had some issues to fix in Singapore before I left for British shores, but the prospect of being able to go home without much hindrance felt like a blessing from God.
As I sit in my now emptying office, I cannot help but think back to the events of the war. As the plot thickened, I grew more and more sleepless, and oddly, more humanitarian. One would expect just the opposite effect on a man!
I ended up not only helping to organize small resistances against the Japanese in Singapore, but in other countries as well, thanks to the incredible coordination of the Singaporeans and the rebels of Hong Kong. We managed to spare hundreds of women and girls the cruel fate of being sent off to slave work in Japan. As great as that number sounds, it is still meager when compared to the staggering numbers that did make it to Japanese shores. However, thanks to the end of the war, I can now rest easier knowing that justice is being delivered.
What will I do now? Perhaps I will remain in Singapore for a few years. I have grown accustomed to their life styles here, and the locals have developed a sense of respect towards me. I appreciate their efforts in turn. Perhaps this is a good location for retirement, who knows? Better men and women than I have ever known live in this country. For the time being, I remain humble and awaiting orders from her Majesty, the Queen.
Signed,
William Cameron II
MLA Citations!
Archives. John Pershing. 1921. American National Archive, American National Archive. Marefa. Web. 9 Dec. 2011.
"The Second Sino-Japanese War | The World War II Multimedia Database." The World War II Multimedia Database | For The 72 Million. N.p., n.d. Web. 8 Dec. 2011. <http://worldwar2database.com/html/sinojapan.htm>.